Yes, well, there’s that.

Little reader-friend Audrey hit it right on the head, didn’t she? In case you missed it she wrote:

As extreme as Arizona and Minnesota can be, they are home 🙂

Well, shoot. That’s it, isn’t it? I’m home here among my own people — the frozen lake driving fisher people; the Lion/Rotary/Shriner “pancake feed” makers; the Bohemian (literally) kissing cousins; the hardanger, rosemaling grandmas (except for mine, of course); the polka wedding dances. Here we all are, and we all know what to do: 1. Put the winter gear in the car.

So now I am hoping that I have passed through all the stages of grief that comes with the onset of winter. Let’s check:

1. Denial “It’s not winter yet. We can still grill. Just put it in the garage.”

2. Anger“WHY DO WE LIVE HERE?! IT’S NOT EVEN THAT NICE IN SUMMER. I AM MOVING WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!!”

3. Bargaining“If we go to Florida at the beginning of March, it will be halfway from Christmas and halfway to spring.”

4. Depression“I’m not getting out of bed today. It’s too cold. I won’t be warm again until June.”

5. Acceptance“What doesn’t kill us — and this winter certainly could — will make us stronger.”

Yes, I think I’m ready now.

I guess I’ll have a pop while I make some bars to serve with tonight’s hotdish. (Non-Minnesotan friends if you need help with translation, just let me know.)

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